Page 6 of Ramsay

The football players arrived long before us because bitches have to get ready, which means they’re halfway to shit faced when we get here. Jensen’s got his serial killer smile going on, all teeth and gleaming eyes and when he gets like this, his mean comes out.

Hopefully, Sabrina can reel him in because it’s not pretty. He’ll fight his own friends just for the high he gets from the violence of it. He’s one of those pent-up, repressed rage types of guys. Give him a little freedom, and it all comes pouring out.

Unfortunately, it's the most dangerous version, a true predator in the making. When he’s at his worst, I do my best to avoid him. Except, for whatever reason, maybe because I have no interest, he won’t leave me alone—typical spoiled behavior.

I spot Patrick leaning over some freshman, giving her the look—hooded and mysterious, needy, and grateful. All lies to get in her pants, which she’ll eat up because they all do.

Better for me, maybe he’ll leave me the fuck alone as a result because if I get propositioned one more time, he’s gonna know what a knee to the balls feels like. It would be different if I returned Patrick’s lusty stares, but I haven’t, and his cluelessness only ratchets my annoyance.

Once inside, everyone spreads out, looking for drinks or their dates for the evening. Sabrina sidles up to Jensen, and they ensue with sucking face. Since I’ve been a party to this more times than I can count, I turn away and look for a corner I can hide in.

After they’ve got a few drinks in them, I’ll slip out, unnoticed, and pretend to laugh over their stupid stories the following day.

The idiots will be none the wiser.

“Hey, come and drink,” Sabrina says with a grin.

This is where things get tricky, but I’ve had lots of opportunities to get around it. These kids drink like they’re starving in the desert, which means it was inevitable I would be faced with the specter.

Sauntering over, I accept my place within the group with a smile, which slides off my face when Patrick moves in beside me.

He’s cute with pale gray eyes and thick blonde hair, but it looks decidedly ugly with the heated smirk, because he’s staring at me as though he’s got it in the bag.

Still, despite the circumstances and my deal with the devil, I draw the line at fucking the football players because queen bitch decrees it. She’s let it slide so far, but I know I can’t outrun it forever.

At some point, I’ll have to say no, and the real me will emerge, thorny and broken. It won’t be pretty for either of us, but I’m not ready. I may never be ready, and Sabrina sure as shit isn’t prepared for what’s seething just below the surface.

Jensen steps in and pours shots all around. I take mine with a fake grin, grabbing the mixed drink offered with it.

Lifting his glass aloft with a dangerous glint in his eye—aimed directly at me—Jensen says, “To all you fuckers.”

I watch the others toss their drinks back easily, some already unsteady on their feet, and do the same, smiling as though this is all fun and happy times, except I spit the fiery liquid into my ‘chaser’, no one the wiser.

And other than the harsh bite that lingers on my tongue, I’m able to appease the masses while maintaining my control.

“Fuck yeah,” Jensen yells, and the rest scream out in unison as pandemonium breaks out.

Guys break off, grabbing their fuck for the night, leading them off to dark corners, while others drink more shots, and someone turns the music up to unbearable levels.

With a silent sigh, I escape out the back under the crush of people, hiding around the side of the house.

It’s beautiful out here, and inhaling the fresh air desperately, I calculate that I have about two hours before I can slip out. Until then, I just need to stay hidden but seen, which has become easier over time.

Pass down a hall with a silly grin and then duck away.

Walk casually to the bathroom and make eye contact with one of the bitches, before finding a place to relax.

While away the fucking hours mindlessly as these jerks get up to all kinds of depravity.

It's all a game to show my presence and then hide until the next spotting. I’m weary from it all, but the alternative is worse. No one here is deserving of my truths, and even if they were, I wouldn’t share them because my carefully cultivated facade would all be for naught.

After about twenty minutes, I resign myself to another few hours of bullshit and turn to go back inside right when Patrick appears. Fuck.

Joining me next to the wall, he leans in with a smug smile, his arm resting against the side of the house. Images of him doing this same lean with the freshman not an hour earlier dance before my eyes.

Dick doesn’t care about the hypocrisy, just the chance to get laid.

Inwardly I sigh, but since I can’t express my genuine displeasure, I smile nicely, if with a few extra teeth.

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